In The Garden

Written by: Michael Rice

A gentle mist
in the garden
no rain
nor storms prevail
no threatening 
bolts of lightning
no judgements here

Gentle breezes 
flow constantly
to caress 
and comfort the soul
lies all around
fruit waiting 
to be plucked

No wants, 
no needs or desires
no pain, 
no tears or misery
eternal bliss,
all of this
in the garden.